nose dive. part II.

standing on the edge of the cliff, your body inherently begins to sway. you rock, ever-so-slightly, the kind of sweet lulling that you knew only as a baby. it is in this moment and only in this moment, on the brink of everything and nothing, that you are again allowed to experience this. a strong gust of wind could take your feet from under you, ripping you from solid ground and thrusting you into a tumultuous freefall, and you are fully aware of this because you have nearly gone over on many occasions. but you are no longer afraid. you've been here before. you know this like the back of your hand. so, you rock. in this calmness, this methodical numbness, you hear the water below whispering your name. what you want, more than anything, is to step from the edge on your own accord, leaving the land, leaving so perfectly that no one will know you've gone.

you will fall into the ocean.

and you will let it wrap you in its waves, quietly pulling you under.